when your head screams endless words of terror and judgement
when all the noise stirs a fog settling behind your eyes
you push it to the back
try to hide it
as the fog takes over
it keeps forming
until all that is left is a weightless lifting you over the edge of your sanity
Feb 23
Feb 23, 2026 at 6:22 PM UTC
when your head screams endless words of terror and judgement
when all the noise stirs a fog settling behind your eyes
you push it to the back
try to hide it
as the fog takes over
it keeps forming
until all that is left is a weightless lifting you over the edge of your sanity
i'm not sure if this has the meaning i intended it to but i THINK i like it
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